These poems come sometimes in the middle of the night while I'm barely awake, other times in meditation, while riding my road bicycle or when I sit down to my writing practice. They are the sacred gifts of my odyssey back to wholeness from a debilitating nervous breakdown in 1992. The poems are presented within the framework of the heroine's journey. Initiatory, shamanic, mystical by nature, this is a soul journey of the wounded healer. The heroine recognizes her depression as an invitation from her subconscious self to go back through her pain. She sees she has a choice to shed her...
These poems come sometimes in the middle of the night while I'm barely awake, other times in meditation, while riding my road bicycle or when I sit do...